Behind Walls

Elizaveta stared down at the embroidery in her lap. Each thread important, yet nothing on its own. They wove into, between, and around one another to create beauty, order from chaos, form. A thread gone wrong and it was all ruined. The thread needed to be removed and rewoven. Sometimes, she would burn the entire fabric and instead gaze into the beauty of destruction that fire represented.

The two moons were full and shone in through her window. She gazed upon them, doe eyes distant with thought. A delicate sigh, a gesture from times almost forgotten, escaped her soft lips.

Mihail was gone. Deleaduindill, somehow had been rid of the 'gift' she bestowed upon him. The gift had cost her the presence of her only companion, her only protector. Mihail had been dreadfully upset when he saw her conversing with the Slayer. Yes, she knew what the elf could and would do to her. Sometimes, in her torpor, she dreamt. A thing forbidden to her by her Father, she dreamt of such a Slayer that would come and take away her curse, take away this life that had been forced upon her. Yet, she did not wish to die.

Deleaduindill's words rang clearly in her mind, from that night on the Feyborn's porch.

They were all so beautiful. Glittering stars in a sea of darkness. And yet her eyes, liquid dark themselves, could only see and imagine the great sadness in the world when one of them would flicker and then wink out...

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> Elizaveta stared down at the embroidery in her lap. Each thread important, yet nothing on its own. They wove into, between, and around one another to create beauty, order from chaos, form. A thread gone wrong and it was all ruined. The thread needed to be removed and rewoven. Sometimes, she would burn the entire fabric and instead gaze into the beauty of destruction that fire represented. > The two moons were full and shone in through her window. She gazed upon them, doe eyes distant with thought. A delicate sigh, a gesture from times almost forgotten, escaped her soft lips. > Mihail was gone. Deleaduindill, <i>somehow</i> had been rid of the 'gift' she bestowed upon him. The gift had cost her the presence of her only companion, her only protector. Mihail had been dreadfully upset when he saw her conversing with the Slayer. Yes, she knew what the elf could and would do to her. Sometimes, in her torpor, she dreamt. A thing forbidden to her by her Father, she dreamt of such a Slayer that would come and take away her curse, take away this life that had been forced upon her. Yet, she did not wish to die. > Deleaduindill's words rang clearly in her mind, from that night on the Feyborn's porch. > They were all so beautiful. Glittering stars in a sea of darkness. And yet her eyes, liquid dark themselves, could only see and imagine the great sadness in the world when one of them would flicker and then wink out...
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